Cloth speaks to me–the nature of the cloth itself–its drape, the tactile comfort of its woven thread–cocoons me with warmth as I dream of what it can become. An intimate dialogue between the cloth and me ensues. The markings, vignettes and sewn sections are the product of my conscious and unconscious thoughts, feelings, memories and impressions that are difficult to express in words. That inner dialogue takes on a rhythm, repetition and flow that engineers my disjointed and troubled thoughts into vibrant, thought- provoking wall quilts.